Behind Michael Kelly’s Fine Antiques under a maple tree, a dinner of poutine (don’t tell the cardiologist) followed by Canada's national dessert: butter tarts. Lance snuck away to light roman candles when it got dark and Uncle Lucky even donated a six-pack of Molson to the “do”. We sang “Oh, Canada!” under the stars and a new tradition was born. My homesickness was replaced with a mild queasiness from mixing beer and butter tarts.
I’ll just show up one day and watch the personal fireworks, although they might be waterworks.
By the way, you can meet me, Jordan, Lance and the uncles in the book collector mysteries.